This is a song about "Heath spinach bridgmands and harry potter"

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

And remember what i said and

And get caught, in the moment

I'm a product of hannibal lecter mixed with heath ledger

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir